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You see me and I know it. Your gaze, diminished, responds but wanes. Like vague wisps of smoke you exist and Forewarn of an arcane ember. Dismal flickers, then dissolving obscurity. Your eyes should I know them, betray your soul. Desolation belies the hatred of your own remaining hope. You are the uncelebrated. Conceived upon the crossroads of circumstance and apathy, You are forever discouraged. Affections beneath your insisted indifference, You are captive unto yourself And Crying with composure. |